So we are all born with one disease
We are tools used for interpretating need
We’ll democratically remove all that you see
All of you tend to use all we consider new
Take another piece of mind altering pie
I am Alice and I’m sleepy tonight
Full of this and decaying unto your surface
We were all born with this medical condition
A submission to all that defys health
We are doped up on your vitamins and pills
A way of saying hey, thanks for nothing
Tearing the surface off
Tearing the surplus off
Relax and breathe in
Relax and sink in
That was old and shitty
another silly story
I looked at his hands turning purple from being tied to the posts of my bed. Small incisions made all over his abdomen, but nothing removed. Raped again. He woke up, realized it was one of my doings, and fell back. I stared at him slightly abashed. I had never seen him so pitiful, but I knew that in some dark corner of his mind he enjoyed it, or at least his body did. We were such sick teenagers anyway. I being only 15 and he a mere 16. So young, so pety, it had been going on as long as I could remember. I picked up his clothes and placed them on his stomach. I untied him and got dressed. I looked in the mirror briefly and wiped the remainder of eyeliner and blood away. We both looked a little ashamed but mostly I looked enthused. The sweet smell of skin arose from the sheets as he stood up and left. Young, vulnerable, and oh fucking well.